Spell Of Life Novels & Stories

I raised a hand and wiped the tears off my face. … [In the Next Life — January 1, 2024, 12:00 AM — I Hope You Live a Long Life, Part Three] William turned to the window. "Happy New Year." "Thanks." "Aren't you going to wish me something too?" I looked up. "You want a blessing from someone who's about to die?" His hand rested gently on my thin, dry one. "Please." I looked at the golden fireworks outside, as if I were bathing in hope. I smiled. "I hope you live a long life."

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she lengthily narrated to me. So that’s how a resurrection spell works. A life for a life. You need life as sacrifice to bring back dead to life again. Raise the dead and you will never know what you raise. These are the words I remember when I accidentally read the book that was in Mother Arianna’s room back then.

I whispered an incantation and a light air passed from my lips to his, the blue faint light ran down his chest. The spell I gave him was a life spell. I remembered I saw it in Mom’s magic book. I gave him part of my life as a witch which would either render me powerless or take everything away from me. I have used the forbidden spell on him, a witch was nothing without her powers the reason we were forbidden from using this spell, is because the life we would be passing out will take out ours as a witch. I gave him part of my life because Jamal did die. I pulled away from his lips and heard a word or probably my subconscious and it said.

she ordered and I did. She grabbed my hands and placed it over Josh’s body and then laid hers atop mine she began chanting. I felt it instantly, I jerked as white hot power erupted from me to him. “The power for life itself, a spell so powerful it can only be used once” I heard her say “I shall come back for my Favour Devonne, soon” and then she was gone.

Then how did you know Melia's mother? " No,"she replied, "Unfortunately, no, because I didn't exist at that time of life. But, Orleans, the Lordeath is a spell that is bestowed by the king of death. In fact, that means yes you think so. " Now that I do, it does. " He placed his index finger on his chin. He hadn't thought deeply about that name. He thought it was just something he put on for the sake of putting it on. "How do you get that spell," he asked, and Za stood up and uncrossed her arms.

I refocused on the book in front of me with renewed effort. It didn't take long before books started coming in. I laid them out in front of me. The spells varied. There were pregnancy spells, summoning your dead relative spells, changing time spells, and bringing someone back for the dead. The biggest question was, which one was the darkness up to? My finger ran over one line in a book. "This one here. It takes six blood relatives and ten thousand souls." "What's that one do?" She asked. "It's an immortality spell."

When I first learned that I had been reborn, I also realized that the elderly man living upstairs was bad news. I spent some money and went through the trouble to look for a witch doctor. After hearing my story, his expression turned grave as he said, “This is the most vicious form of lifesteal spell!” My heart sank. “Lifesteal spell? What does that mean?” The witch doctor casually produced an amulet and handed it to me as he said, “An ordinary lifesteal spell can only be used once, and the borrowed lifespan is short. “However, the spell this man cast allows him to extend another’s life perpetually.

I could still remember that day like it had happened just yesterday. My hands tightened on the staring wheel as I inhaled and exhaled, preparing for what I was about to do. "Gùfùh uzò.." I whispered slowly as I concentrated on the land before me. Those spells were as simple as abc and they had been the first spells my mother had thought to me as a child. Opening spells. The hairs at the back of my neck stood as I felt it, the slight brush of the spells that surrounded Lakewood. Spells that were meant to identify who belonged in there, and who was not welcomed.

I switched the link to get my Gamma. “Blayne, get Miriam to me now!” Though she’s crunched in a fetal position looking across at me and whimpering, her lips moved, shaping each word that I could not make out. It was another spell incantation. To surmise, this was a life-binding spell and whenever she repeated particular words, I was thrown into a powerless state before her. The blackness tries to consume me and I am fighting to keep conscious. My resistance lessens by the minute.